Texty: Yesterdays Rising. This Is My Thought-Crime.

caught in a battle where we will always lose
its everyman for them self
u cant control your life u cant choose
i wont budge
its a new day
a new sunset
and ive misplaced my name we misplaced the one
the one thing that we live so i dream of this
i fought in this battle longer than i thought
its everyman for them self
why do u continue what you've done?
my two plus two equals four
my numbers equal what i want them to
and i wont budge
its a new day a new sunset
and ive misplaced my name
wee misplaced the one the one thing that we live
well some day this battle will be won
and ill rest in peace

plenty love and plenty are
are u sick in the head?
i cant take thought-crimes my death
i will not rest
new sunset and ive misplaced me misplaced the one
the one live
well some day this won
and ill rest in peace thought-
crime is over it thought-
crime wont budge peace truth this im over my head
its a new day a new my name we've thing that we battle
will be and ill say that this over